Loving him didn't fix anything. Loving him didn't change anything. Loving him simply made everything else bearable.

The guy I'd felt such an immediate and deep connection to I'd thought that just maybe there really were such things as soul mates, and had considered, at least for a few brief moments, that he might be mine.

I want to be a Huntress when I grow up!" shouted a voice from the throng. Kyna rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You can't be a Huntress, Liam. You're not a centaur and you're not a female.

You know how it is with cats: They don't really have owners, they have staff.

Fear and Bigotry are bred fom isolation and ignorance. -Shekinah

We got boobies!" the kid me said, gawking at my chest. "I'm really glad we got boobies. Finally.

I don’t like the way he looks at you.” My stomach lurched. “What do you mean? How does he look at me?” “Like you’re not a student and he’s not a teacher.